Queen and Her Duke

That night, Visia called the generals into the palace again, and re-formulated the strategy to deal with the enemy.

Wen Lin was listening to their discussions in the small study, looking at the map from time to time and writing something down. Unknowingly, when the people left, Wen Lin had already written a thick stack.

Hearing the sound of the study door being pushed open, Wen Lin didn't look up until she finished writing the last stroke.

Visia was standing by the wall, watching Wen Lin quietly, tracing her eyes, her nose, her lips... over and over again, trying to make every part of her deeply Burned into the bottom of the eye.

When Wen Lin put down her pen, Visia stepped forward as if nothing had happened, listening to Wen Lin add every detail.

Visia involuntarily fixed her gaze on Wen Lin's face. This was her lover, every move she made radiated a confident and charming brilliance, like an endless sea, alluring and fascinated.

It was another moonless night, and after finishing all the defenses, Wen Lin realized that it would be dawn soon.

Beside her was the light fragrance belonging to Visia, Wen Lin raised her eyes to look at her.

Visia's eyelids were half-drooped, and the light in her pupils was a little slack, and there was a touch of dizziness in her eyes, but it was frighteningly sad.

"Your Majesty," Wen Lin called to her in a low voice.

Suddenly returning to her senses, Visia immediately collected her emotions, with a smile on her face, and hurriedly said, "Your Excellency, it's too late, and I'm a little tired."

She felt that something was wrong, but when she saw the bloodshot eyes in Vicia's eyes, Wen Lin immediately slowed down her tone, "Your Majesty, let's rest."

"Okay, let's eat something first."

After staring at each other for only a short moment, Visia first moved her eyes away, and the hands gathered under the sleeves were clenched suddenly, and the nails sank deep into the flesh, but she didn't feel any pain at all.

It was still a few dishes that the two of them usually like to eat, but there were two glasses of full-bodied wine on the table.

Smelling the aroma of the wine, Wen Lin knew that it had been purified with distillation equipment, and the taste of the wine was more mellow and stronger.

Visia saw Wen Lin's eyes kept falling on the wine glass, her temples twitched, but she smiled and explained,

"Your Excellency, take a good rest today, why not drink some wine to help you sleep."

Visia was obviously far more tired than herself, Wen Lin nodded along the way, and accompanied Visia to sip several sips of wine.

Wen Lin was easily drunk, and before she finished her meal, she felt a little dizzy, and her body was getting heavier and heavier uncontrollably.

She looked at Visia, trying to say something, but she fell to one side uncontrollably as soon as she moved, and Visia quickly caught her.

As if something was wrong, Wen Lin realized that she was getting drunk much faster today.

Vision blurred, Wen Lin shook her head, trying to wake up, but was held down by Vicia.

A light kiss from the forehead to the chin, with delicate tenderness, their breath blended together, and their bodies were pressed together.

Visia's eyes were full of affection. She straightened Wen Lin's collar bit by bit, combed her messy long hair, her movements were meticulous and restrained.

The uncontrollable water light fell quietly, Visia smiled very ugly, she closed her eyes, and put her cheek against Wen Lin's, she asked,

"Your Excellency, if Golan loses this war and I lose, what will you do?"

Her whole body was burning hot, and Wen Lin's consciousness became confused at the same time. She tried to stroke Visia's back, but she couldn't muster any strength, and her hands shook in vain.

"Vicia, regardless of victory or defeat, regardless of life or death, I will always be with you."

The words were vague, but Weisia could hear them very clearly.

Visia dared not raise her head until the breathing in her ear became long and slow. Tears were already streaming down her face.

Staring at Wen Lin who was powerlessly leaning her head on her arms, Visia kissed her hair lightly, tears flowed into her hair silently, she murmured,

"But sir, I don't need you to die with me."

Thick clouds rolled in outside the window, entangled with the wind and brought a dignified atmosphere.

After wiping off all the water marks, Visia walked outside, and after a while, Elbo walked in with Bach and Bam.

They helped Wen Lin up, and under the guidance of the maid, they secretly walked out of the palace. The others were meeting on the Liberty.

Taking advantage of the remaining thin night, they were going to sail out of the Port of Bruns before dawn. They didn't know why Queen Vicia was willing to let the little master go, and why she would tell them about the approaching battle situation of the Holy Court, but obviously in the current Under such circumstances, staying away from the Golan is the most sensible choice.

The Holy Court is eyeing it, and the identity of the little master is no longer suitable for staying in Golan.

After Erbo and his party had left for a long time, Visia went in again when the sky was bright. She walked to the entrance of the closed secret passage and stared intently.

Too many messy emotions were put together, Visia stood stiffly for a long time.

She felt her heart gradually cooling down, and her whole body seemed to be entangled tightly by a thin and tough net, and she was dripping with blood when she moved.

After Mrs. Yaz came in to remind her, Visia slowly walked back to the bedroom. She buried herself deeply in the quilt, and Wen Lin's smell still lingered here.

A day later, the war officially started.

When the news was sent back to Bruns, the people of Golan quickly fell into panic and chaos. They still stayed in the stereotype that Golan was a weak and small country.

But soon, news came out from the royal court that the queen was personally conscripted, vowing to live and die with Golan.

This greatly boosted Golan's morale. When Visia stood on the city wall in her crowned dress, she clearly realized that everything was different.

Even if it's only for nearly a year, Wen Lin has done everything to the extreme.

The army trained every day, the new look of the royal city, the abundant treasury, the food hoarded enough to support a war...

Under the gaze from all directions, Visia solemnly drew out the king sword to swear,

"My brave soldiers, although I am only a feeble woman, I have the heart of a king and the courage of a Golan monarch. I will share blood with you. It is not my intention to plunge Golan into war, but When foreign enemies invade, I am willing to take up arms and become the leader of the army, your military adviser, my body, my soul, and my will will all exist based on the glory of the Golan."

"I am determined to fight with you on the battlefield until the moment of victory, based on the rules and beliefs we have, based on the land behind us, based on the family behind us, based on the crown of glory under the danger of extinction, for my kingdom, my My people, my glory and my blood."【1】

"Fight! Resist! Until the last moment of life!"

Visia's statement made everyone see her determination clearly. Not only that, she released all the criminals and wooed the pirates in the Golan Sea. She urged every great lord to issue weapons and equipment to every citizen. .

This is a war of all peoples.

Whether it is the new nobles or the old nobles, or even detractors, their emotions are so complicated that they lose their voices for a while.

A frail woman, their lord, at this moment they had to admit that she was a lord as good as any male lord.

Like the men, she shouldered the responsibilities entrusted to her by the throne without fear or flinch.

But facing Sistine, one of the great powers, and the invincible Armada, they almost saw the consequences of this war without any suspense.

Golan was powerless to parry the behemoth of Sistine.

After taking the oath, Visia put on the silver armor that was tempered with cold light, and held a sharp king sword, and appeared in front of the neat and solemn army.

Francis and William stood in front of Vicia's horse, they bowed deeply, respectful, "Your Majesty,"

"The royal city will be handed over to you," Weisia nodded towards them.

In order to ensure that the nobles were obedient, Vicia imprisoned their families first, and Francis and William, who were loyal to her, took care of them.

Francis was originally the regent. As long as the nobles behaved peacefully, there would be no trouble in the royal city under his control.

Without stopping for a moment, the army led by Visia rushed to the east coast almost day and night.

There is no difference from the previous estimate. According to the course of the Sistine and Fasser fleets, they plan to land at the port of Dover not far from Glasgow.

The size of Golan's navy is completely incomparable, and the configuration of warships is even more incomparable.

Wen Lin's shipbuilding workshop provided a few well-equipped warships, but it was obviously far from enough.

Golando is mainly small and light ships. Wen Lin mentioned this to Vicia when preparing for the battle. The small ships have less draft, are stable, have high flexibility, and are very suitable for ambushes.

So the first thing Visia did after she arrived at the front line was to pick out soldiers who had received Wen Lin's tactical training, and Eggers would take them to set up an ambush.

At sea level, the sails rise.

Maintaining an orderly queue, Golan's fleet quickly disappeared from Vicia's sight.

Tents were pitched by the coast, and Weisia kept reconfirming the details of the battle almost non-stop.

The waiting time was painful, but when Eggers returned safely, Vicia's high-hanging heart was finally able to relax slightly, and the guerrilla ambush tactics were obviously feasible.

The next ambushes continued step by step, but not every time was as smooth as the first time, and the prepared enemies were extremely vigilant.

In the early morning of the next day, bonfires were burning on the towering cliffs, the sea breeze was whimpering, and the gradually clear outline of the fleet rolled in with a mighty momentum that shook the sky and the earth.

The enemy's fleet almost occupied the vast sea, and the provocative and sharp horns swelled in the entire sea for a long time, like endless thunder, hitting the hearts of every Golan people heavily.

When the sky is brighter, the battle flags fluttering against each other in the wind and the armor shining with steel color can be seen at a glance.

They were getting closer and closer, and Eggers clenched the long gun in his hand.The gun screamed with blood surging with crazy fighting spirit.

Field stood on the other side, his gaze fell behind a dark gorge in the distance. This was destined to be an extremely difficult and large-scale war, but he was firm. Everything Wen Lin did would bring about the ultimate victory .

Through the binoculars, Golan's generals recognized the commander of Sistine's battle this time, Hindre, known as "One-Eyed".

One-eyed is generally a nickname given to pirates, and he can have this honor entirely because of his cruel and brutal methods of treating prisoners of war.

No one who has ever been defeated can escape in his hands, even the nobles with the highest status.

Sistine's generals were also observing the situation in Golan through binoculars, and they were very surprised to find that the tight and orderly defense of Golan was obviously well prepared.

It seems that they have known about their raid for a long time.

Thinking of the several unknown attacks last night, their expressions suddenly became subtle, but this did not affect their mood in the slightest.

"Everyone, we will capture the Golan for Sistine once and for all. What a rare honor this is!"

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[1] Reference and modification from the Queen's Speech in "Queen Elizabeth"!

Said that the sixth day is the sixth day!